H-
But But But I can’t quit, he can’t.
But again I like it relax,
And I write for the ride it’s exact,
Let me make you bounce it right back,
And da beat-beat boom and a clack,
And I reach for the starts and attack,
In street car riding your track,
Wita a jet black vest and a phone tap,
But a phone jack, show that they know now,
And they got me zoned in my own style,
Cut my voice in the hopes that drown out,
But I pound out sound til it’s down in count but I count on the round on my route,
And then we circle the wagon force,
It’s harder lion roars,
My music a quiet chord but we came riot more,
The radio silence opens the air for a quiet storm,
And no one ever scene a fire like this before,
The burn or build or we better born on the shield,
And the shadow opens they follow, we follow.

Chorus-
But again we like it like that,
And we ride for righteous react,
But the sound go pound on this path,
And the ground go shake when we pass,
But again we like it that,
We hang round til it’s splatter tight,
We pound on this path,
And can’t get down till it’s sounding right.

B-
I rip it rip it I rip, venomous stick and stitch it (4x),
I rip and split like a seem,
Leave the scene so high I fight a nose bleed,
No sheen no shear no gleam no shape, no grape,
What’s eating Gilbert,
These hills have eyes, they wet and set to pilfer,
They bring the border to shade, until the water get grey,
They raise the mast and gasp until they further away,
They saying bye bye, then wave their flags high high high,
We waiting patient complacent until our goggles dry.

CH-

H-
The Right clips with the force to lift and make ya pace shift,
Split let the source inflict I thrift spaceships,
Joy ride noise, ride it into the ground,
The sound pound like profound surround we hound bass camps.
Silent voice speaks now burial aerial area stereo pillager,
Serial loaded w/ literature, cylinder spinner,
The Dillenger dark become the invisible,
Visual vin the sweeter the gift.



CH-

B-
Shot back, he stack,
He that, he this,
He trapped he pissed,
He missed, he caught,
Got sold been bought,
Real hot, not yet,
Been working coal mine, till he sweat bet,
Done 9 times outta 10 first to wake last to bed,
They said our airwaves are tapped, the voices static,
Haphazard lights gallop,
Trap our average conversation,
Feat tactic trepidation,
Big brodi know he where art thou,
My desk tops the countdown,
And by our music they find us,
Would make Dr. Seuss rhymeless,
And plug a constant observation
Branding shields of our nation
Radio silence big bang,
Till I can’t take it.

H-
Laugh like you just seen a path in a rush,
Leave your mask and discuss,
Better pass on the bust,
And I mastered the cut,
But it lasts in the cusp,
And I craft in the clutch and eclipse
And I bust bust.